Office Play

Sexy pro throwback memory to follow…

A few years ago when I was spanking folks for money, I had what I called a white collar ‘Lunch Hour’ special. I targeted business men for officeplay during their business day, the idea that no one would be the wiser and it would be ULTRA hot.
How sexy-sneaky is this, right?

Here’s the scenario:
I’d establish communication with him by email or through my old site. My clients generally found me on one of the few sites where people can sell things or directly on Tumblr.
After we decided that an office scene is what he wanted, I’d get a retainer of some type and all the specifics; where, when, what, blah blah. Then I’d call his office during the day and ask to speak to him, saying I was whoever he told me to be.
This could be a cold salesperson, a colleague of some sort, or someone simply returning his call. If the calls were answered by someone other than himself, I appear to be just another typical caller. If he answered himself, it was the official start of the game. I’d do some sexy tease talk and we’d make an appointment (even though we already had the date and time set up).
The idea of this was that whole ‘hiding in plain sight’ thing, so I looked the part by dressing business-casual and carrying a bag/case that reflected my reason for being there.

If he opted for a hotel, I’d dress as a typical vacationer or conference-attendee, as I’m being seen going in and out of the place and needed to blend in. I’d even search to see what conventions were going on in the area, just because it was fun to know all the details.

On the play day, I’d arrived at his office (or a hotel) during business hours with everything I need in my bag or briefcase. My stealthy toolbox would hold the ‘quiet’ bare minimum as to be oh-so incognito. Soft restraints, crop, blindfold, nipple clamps, dildo (strapon), and condoms. If he had a private office in a shared common space (uber risky), he would either tell his secretary he’s not to be disturbed (if he had some type of assistant). Just like in the movies.
I mean, for the love of all that is so very cliche… c’mon!
If he had an office by himself, we’d both behave as if I’m there for our meeting, just like anyone else.

Once alone, we’d have some intro role talk. After the intros, I’d start with ‘I believe I have something you need’ type dialogue, and his ‘yes Ma’am’ would begin the second the door closes.
I unlock my case, as well as the power vixen within me, and proceed to make him my whore for our allotted time… often leaving him with a couple of hidden marks, perhaps a stretched asshole, but definitely a satisfied yet humbled spirit.
I’ve mastered the art of being SILENT with everything I do, so silence isn’t that difficult for me, but the energy going into the controlled quietness on his part was generated by the risk of being found out. As to not be too weird, I’d offer up some audible chit chat and maybe a laugh or two so it was business as usual to anyone who might be close enough to his office to overhear.

I was never naked, and I never made him strip all the way. The additional thrill for me was doing what I could do to him within the limits that were presented. I made sure his clothes were not wrinkled or messed up (kneeling for a short time does NOT create wrinkles the way you’d think), and the space was exactly as I found it. I bring baby wipes and plastic bags and even concealer in case there is a visible redness that takes longer than an hour to fade. I had the whole thing under control.

I’d finally leave by him opening the door and him walking me out with a handshake and a ‘good meeting you, I’ll definitely get back to you about that’, or something to that effect. And maybe I’d say ‘sounds good, take care’, then hastily walk away and take the elevator down and keep looking at my watch, or ask someone the time (to make sure I’m on schedule for who-knows-what).

This was so fun for me… so much power, ugh… because it’s smack dab in the middle of the day and RIGHT THERE WHERE HE WORKED. And he’s then required to continue his workday. Ha!
He’s just supposed to carry on with this lingering and undeniable distraction of what just happened with ZERO time to decompress, as well as the very real fear of having being secretly found out by his coworkers (or wife).

Sexy as fuck, right? Oomph!

Well… even though the sneaky office domination is what I wanted so badly…
and it was so very well prepared for in every way…
I actually never got it.

wamp wamp

Yeah.
Regardless of how worked up I was with the idea of the in-broad-daylight office venue scenario… my two ‘office boys’ just booked pretty hotel rooms for their ‘lunch breaks’. They’d leave after our time together to return to work, but I was invited to have the room for the entire night. That was sweet and appreciated, and I used those times as little vacations.
And yes, the men were flustered in the idea they had to return to their day like normal… but they had a space to be vocal and ‘safe’, plus they had time to fix themselves up and compose themselves before returning. And none of that holds the same suspense or excitement as my intentions when coming up with this delicious plan.

So, the real issue here is that I never even went inside someone’s office to do sexy things… their place of business… where the whole point is the risk… except for one time.
And that was just to have an initial meeting (which was still fun role play).
So yeah, I physically went inside an office for the ‘Lunch Hour Special’ ONE TIME.
And that doesn’t really count because nothing NSFW happened. 😕

Ah well, I’m sure it’s for the best.
Office submission would have been super sexy and illicit, and I still get excited thinking about tying someone up to his rolly office chair and teasing them while I slowly snoop through personal shit on his desk and all that, like in the movies.
Then restrain him to his desk in the doggy position, pull down his pants just enough to uncover his ass and then proceed to sit on him while I scroll through my phone before I make him wince by doing things to his ass, while having him repeat his begs and Ma’am in low whispers.
But logically, it’s crazy risky, and no one has fun when they’re TRULY worried about something. There’s excited/nervous anxiety and then there’s REAL fear/worry anxiety.

It also seems that very few people have totally windowless offices anymore, either. Nor do people close their office doors all the way without suspicion.

I guess I was dreaming of a sexy world I created by watching Mad Men. I’m sure you can understand.

Meh… live and learn, I suppose.

Still makes for one helluva hot setting for a sultry film or music video. Someone get on that.
You’re welcomed.